Yoonderella's Tale
Description
y o o n d e r e l l a ' s t a l e
A l t a r i a
The Kingdom of Altaria is a well-known Kingdom located in the Eastern part of Asia. It's mainly known for its strict implements on the rules wherein even high ranked people including royalties are required to follow without any exception, especially with the importance of their law. It's currently running in its 89th generation and is still very disciplined and peaceful.
Im Yoona
She is a high school student who specializes in the language of flowers. She likes to design and sew clothes but as ironic that it may sound, she’s actually a fashion terrorist where in even Jihyun – the nicest and most timid in class – agrees on. She’s blessed in both beauty and height; however she possesses a memory of a goldfish. But since she’s pretty good in arts, her overall rank in school is increased by a hundred therefore she’s pretty above average. She’s very bubbly and talkative; according to her classmates her specialty is one-sided conversation.
Li Jiaheng (Kevin)
He is the crown prince of Altaria. Anything that won’t help him succeed his desired position is a complete waste of time and worthless. He is a perfectionist that is talented in a lot of aspects. Altarians are often intimidated by him since his facial expressions rarely changes. But despite being a so-called snob, he haves a lot of followers or in other terms fans because of his features that are god-like. He speaks a lot of languages fluently for he is used to travel without translators for they might translate something inaccurately that will cause another problem.
A/N: The whole story is fictional, including the description above. Why will someone name a Kingdom, Altaria? I recently found out about the Pokemon Altaria because of a friend of mine, and I think that Altaria is very cute because its color is blue and it is adorable, and that's the whole story about the origin of the Kingdom's name. I know nothing about Kingdoms and I think I'm bricked for writing a story with this kind of plot. I also decided to use Kevin again instead of using Kris as his English name.
Foreword
P r o l o g u e
Every after tick and tock sound of her wristwatch is equals to a bead of sweat dropping from her forehead and the clicking of her heels. Together with the grand cocktail dress she is wearing is her very wet hair which is currently all over her face. Even though it is nearly impossible for the event to be dismissed just because she’s not present, she at least hopes to catch a glimpse of one of the dresses on the platform.
Last night she memorized every single detail about the event just like what she is told to. The designer’s biography, the names of the models, and the names of the attendees – she memorized it all. She’s not blessed with an eidetic memory or a photographic memory so it took her a lot of sleepless nights to memorize it letter by letter resulting to an oversleep which made her extremely late for the once in a lifetime event.
Her eyes widened as her feet led her to the palatial hotel. She looked over the numbers as she looked for the event hall she is assigned to carefully trying not to look too amazed like a child. She nodded with a small smile and went in the room. The event room is even twice as sumptuous as the lobby is – it is well-furnished and the posh furniture explains how extravagant and luxurious the owner is.
She smiled at the co-guests with a slight confusion etched on her face. She can’t recall any of them at all! She’s not going to be surprised anymore if she’ll receive an earful sermon from her best friend – who she personally and endlessly persuaded. She kept on looking around as she did her best to look for someone she knows. She smiled and sighed contentedly when she saw Kai – a well-known idol.
Her eyes widened as she realized whom she just saw. Kai isn’t even included in the list! She looked around and everyone’s face registered into her mind in an instant as she realized that they’re all famous figures. She immediately half ran half walk out of the room as classy as she could and covered her face using her pouch. She’s a real mess especially today – she looks like someone who crossed a thorny pathway.
As she went out of the hotel, she stared at the stairs in awe with one question in her mind – how the hell did she ran through this stairway to heaven like staircase in under two minutes without crawling or breathing because as far as she could remember, she’s as athletic as a stick and rock. “Ah!” she exclaimed as she clasped her hands. She got a fun and exciting idea she’ll surely enjoy.
She glanced at her wristwatch as she mentally counted. One… two… three! As soon as it reached number three, as ran down the stairs without any second thoughts. She felt the cold night air rush through her face and something flew at her right eye, making her vision darker than before. In an instant, she tripped and she instantly drew both of her eyes close silently praying for her safety and she’ll study.
But instead of the hard paved path, her lips faced something soft instead. Shocked, she opened her eyes and she saw a man with god-like features just in front of her and a blinding light afterwards. Everything suddenly stopped in her world and she sensed nothing but trouble. A white light will flash before someone dies, right?
Even if a mouse becomes a pilot; Even if a pumpkin turns into a rocket; I still don't intend to go to a ball.
It just doesn't feel right in my heart. With glass slippers, I can't advance. The only free way is my way, and I don't want to turn into Cinderella.
I will walk on my own. I don't want to turn into Cinderella, because I want to walk barefoot.
Even if a shirt turns into a dress; Even if words turn into magic; I just can't change what's inside my heart.
I will grasp this lucky chance into my hands. My one and only dream. If I don't dream, I don't shine.
I don't want to turn into Cinderella, because I want to feel my heart.
I will choose the path I go myself. I will walk barefoot. I will walk on my own.
I don't want to turn into Cinderella, because I like that boy.
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